There’s the numbness
Fear can’t explain
That’s driving me mad
Without meaning
Building under this skin
Facing needles
Always never quite there
Though they are
And feeling each prick
Against flesh
Which fights every jab
During silence
Or a moment alone
Needing respite
Just to find those pins
Yet again
Once more deep down
Stealing purpose
And some peaceful sleep
Keeping answers
Among desperate dreams
Growing faded
Behind darkened thoughts
Getting lost
As what youthful turns
Appear gray
After years of clouds
Always raining
Leaving empty voids
Uninspired
Hiding holes in fog
Blocking sun
Until faithful rain
Quenches droughts
Showing brighter points
Beneath dullness
Having God Himself
Pierce our heavens
Letting light shine through
Like before
Though these tingles
Threaten all veils
Whether bluer skies
Or fake smiles
Still concealing truths
Now remaining
By such sharpest blades
Phantoms hold.
- J. Pigno